Subscribe to Quotomania on Simplecast or search for Quotomania on your favorite podcast app!Harold Hart Crane was born on July 21, 1899 in Garrettsville, Ohio and began writing verse in his early teenage years. Though he never attended college, Crane read regularly on his own, digesting the works of the Elizabethan dramatists and poets William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, John Donne and the nineteenth-century French poets Charles Vildrac, Jules Laforgue, and Arthur Rimbaud. His father, a candy manufacturer, attempted to dissuade him from a career in poetry, but Crane was determined to follow his passion to write.Living in New York City, he associated with many important figures in literature of the time, including Allen Tate, the novelist and short story writer Katherine Anne Porter, E. E. Cummings, and Jean Toomer, but his heavy drinking and chronic instability frustrated any attempts at lasting friendship. An admirer of T. S. Eliot, Crane combined the influences of European literature and traditional versification with a particularly American sensibility derived from Walt Whitman. His major work, the book-length poem, The Bridge, expresses in ecstatic terms a vision of the historical and spiritual significance of America. Like Eliot, Crane used the landscape of the modern, industrialized city to create a powerful new symbolic literature.Hart Crane died by suicide on April 27, 1932, at the age of thirty-two, while sailing back to New York from Mexico.From https://poets.org/poet/hart-crane. For more information about Hart Crane:“Hart Crane”: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/hart-craneThe Complete Poems of Hart Crane: https://wwnorton.com/books/9780871401786“A Discussion with Hart Crane”: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?volume=29&issue=1&page=46
In this episode, I breakdown a really wonderful poem by Hart Crane, who has crafted a piece of poetry that enables the consumer to look through the veils of legacy. In this poem he talks about his grandmother for more details, check out the episode. For more original works headover to my blog https://poetrychestbykshitijthakkar.blogspot.com
#117 Today's Boondoggle- with Jon Hart Crane and his Balls.
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A reading of a letter Hart Crane sent to his father in January of 1924. I don't know of a better attempt by a poet to explain his vocation to someone who will never understand it, than this. The letter is found on O My Land, My Friends: The Selected Letters of Hart Crane, edited by Langdon Hammer & Brom Weber. Any comments, or suggestions for readings I should make in later episodes, can be emailed to email@example.com. I assume that the small amount of work presented in each episode constitutes fair use. Publishers, authors, or other copyright holders who would prefer to not have their work presented here can also email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I will remove the episode immediately.--- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/appSupport this podcast: https://anchor.fm/humanvoiceswakeus/support
Las cartas de amor de mi abuela (Hart Crane, en la voz de Luis Reynaldo Pérez)
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No hay más estrellas esta noche que las de los recuerdos, y sin embargo, cuánto espacio queda para el recuerdo en el holgado cinturón de la llovizna tenue. Incluso queda suficiente espacio para las cartas de la madre de mi madre, Elizabeth, que han estado guardadas tanto tiempo en un rincón de la buhardilla que están humedecidas y marrones, y quizás se podrían derretir como nieve. En un espacio de esas dimensiones, es necesario dar pasos muy cuidadosos. Todo pende de un invisible pelo blanco, y tiembla como ramas de abedul que tejieran una red en el aire. Y me pregunto: “¿Tenés los dedos suficientemente largos para pulsar esas antiguas teclas que no son sino ecos? ¿Tendrá el silencio suficiente fuerza para llevar la música de vuelta hasta su origen y otra vez hasta vos igual que si estuviese llevándosela a ella?”. Y sin embargo yo llevaría a mi abuela de la mano, y le haría ver cosas que mayormente no comprendería; y por eso tropiezo. La lluvia continúa cayendo sobre el techo y suena como a risas de piadosa dulzura.